Happy Monday to all, if this is possible! I am becoming quite accustomed to shutting down the Hillbilly press during the weekend. I figure it is like my weight training and dieting; 5 days an, and 2 days off. I almost broke the routine yesterday. Not because I was happy/sad about the outcome of the Super Bowl, but rather I am not thrilled about my income taxes for next year.

I am in the process of selling my house, which means I am losing my very large tax write-off. So instead of being ripped off for 364 days of the year, and tossed a few of my own crumbs on the 365th day, I will now be screwed on every day! My tax professional says that Uncle Sam loves us single,employed folks the best. So where are all the OWS unemployed pukes now? So let me understand this: No job, no money, no taxes no life, and they are rewarded by social services they are not even paying for?

Here is a thought: No job, no taxes equal no right to vote! Once these schmucks realize, and I think they have, that they can vote for politicians that will provide for them, we are done as a nation. Why I am forced to work and pay taxes just to see them spent on services of slackers? Don’t get me wrong, if a person is truly disabled or a veteran, then use my stolen dollars on them. When I hear some able body, commie cream puff whines about not being able to afford to go to college, or find a job because of the imaginary 1%, I say tough! Nowhere in the Constitution does it say people have the right not to fail, not to be poor, or not to be hungry. And the Constitution does not say that I have to pay for these snivelers.

Ok, I am going to have to end this post now because I am not in the mood to get fired up on a Monday morning. Then again, instead of drinking so much coffee, I can instead just keep re-reading this post!

Proud Military Mom's Common Sense Blog
Just a working class, empty nesting, life long Democrat disgusted with the DNC, the Democratic Party, the ‘RULZ’ Committee and the power brokers who think we should all fall in line and vote for the selectee. Country before party every time!
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